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Subject: {ASSM} One Day on the Rails (M/f, teen)
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A Day on the Rail

By Oke

Chapter One - Friday Evening in Vancouver

	I had just thrown myself down onto the seat of my sleeping berth, 
trying to decide whether I wanted the top or bottom bunk, when the door 
slid open.  The conductor, looking quite put out, stepped in and shut 
the door behind him.  I reached into my jacket to hand him my ticket.  
As he stamped it, I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the door.  Outside, 
staring in at me was a young girl, her pony-tailed hair a shocking pink 
colour with a streak of blonde hair at the bangs.  She had piercing blue 
eyes and the most beautiful face I'd seen on a girl that age.  
	"Have a wonderful journey" said the conductor.  He nodded 
slightly, then stepped outside.  After a few words with the girl, he 
headed down the hallway and she entered.  She was wearing a black mesh 
shirt over a pink tank top that was so tight it left little to the 
imagination, and dark blue jeans that weren`t quite as tight as her top.  
She smiled and said "hello" to me as she gently rested her well-rounded 
bottom on the seat nearest the window.  She opened the small suitcase 
she had been carrying and pulled out the new 'Harry Potter' book and 
began reading.  Taking this as the cue that she wasn't up to 
conversation, I left the berth and bought a Vancouver Sun from the 
porter's booth in the next cab.  When I returned, a whistle blew and the 
train began to lurch forward.
	I was half through an article on a new piece of legislation that 
was being debated in Ottawa, and had almost forgotten about my gorgeous 
berth mate when she said, "So, what's in the news?"  I just about jumped 
out of my skin, although the sudden increase in my heart rate wasn't 
entirely the fault of this minor scare.
	"Oh, just our wonderful Liberal government's latest foibles."  I 
said after a quick recovery.  I put down the paper to see her leaning 
back in her seat, smiling at me.
	"Oh.  You're not a Tory, are you?"  She asked, giving me a look 
that seemed a mix of inquisitiveness and skepticism.
  "I wouldn't even pretend to be a Tory.  How's your book?"  I asked.
	"Good.  I've read it once already, but I'm going through it again, 
just to see if there were any clues I'd missed about -"  I held up my 
hand to stop her.
	"You're not going to spoil it for me, are you?  I've only read up 
to the end of book four."
	"Oh, you like 'Harry Potter', too?  I never would have guessed."  
She seemed honestly surprised.
	"Well, don't tell anyone, but my daughter has all the books, and 
I've been sneaking a read on the sly."  We both chuckled at the idea.
	"You have a daughter?  How old is she?"  
	"Well, you're age I guess.  She's going on to Grade 10 in 
September."
	"Oh, so am I.  I'm turning 15 in a week, and I was visiting my 
Grandparents out here as a birthday gift."	
	"So you are about the same age.  Did you enjoy your visit?"
	"I did.  My Grandparents took me around town and bought me this 
outfit for my birthday."  She stood up, spun about slowly, and sat back 
down.
	"It looks lovely on you, but if my parents had bought my child an 
outfit like that, I'd have skinned them alive."  I gave her a quick 
wink, and she let out a little squeak of a laugh.
	"Well, you said it looked good on me; where's the problem?"  She 
returned the wink, and laughed again.
	"I don't see a problem, really, except that I'm 25 years your 
elder.  If I were your age...."  I left that thought unsaid.  I was 
ecstatic that this lovely young girl was being so flirtatious and 
friendly, and didn't want to push my luck too far. 
	"Well, that might not be a problem; age is just a state of mind, 
right?"  She said as she leaned back further in her seat, letting her 
legs fall farther apart.  I'm sure that my heart stopped beating for a 
moment from the shock, and horrible, wonderful pictures of her and I 
began dancing through my imagination.
	"Uh...yeah, I guess."  She laughed again, much more strongly this 
time, at my obvious discomfort.  Just as the pregnant pause lingered in 
our conversation, the speaker in our room chimed, meaning an 
announcement.
	"This is your conductor speaking.  Dinner is now being served in 
the dining car.  The kitchen will remain open until 8 P.M. Vancouver 
time, and the porter's booth will remain open until 11 P.M. Vancouver 
time.  We at VIA Rail thank you for traveling with us, and hope you 
enjoy your trip."  She looked over at me again, smiling.
	"So, old timer, are you going to buy me dinner?  I'm freakin' 
starving."
	"Well," I said, "Dinner is included in our ticket prices, but I 
would be honored if you were to accompany me tonight."
	"But of course!" She said, standing up.  She gave an exaggerated 
curtsey as I stood, and placed her hand into mine.  I held the berth 
door for her, bowing at the waist.  She giggled and stepped out, leading 
me by the hand, her thumb gently stroking the length of mine.

Chapter Two - Dinner and a Show

	"So."  She said as she ate her mushroom ravioli.
	"So?"  I asked.
	"What were you doing in Vancouver?"
	"Business trip.  Nothing exciting, just a seminar on Aortic 
distension in East Asian immigrants.  I went mostly to see family out 
there, too."
	"Aortic dis-something; I guess that makes you a doctor, right?"
	"Thoracic surgeon, actually.  I live in an Indian community in 
Edmonton, and most of my patients are, in fact, East Asian immigrants.  
I figured I'd give a little speech on trends in heart surgery by 
ancestry, then go skip about town for a few days, but it didn't go like 
I'd planned."  I carved a small piece from my duck breast and chewed it 
slowly, unable to take my eyes off her.  The few times I had been able 
to glance about the car, I noticed five or six other people staring in 
my direction, some staring at her, some glaring at me, not that I cared.  
She was wonderful to be with and talk to, and I was looking forward to 
spending the night with her in our berth, even if it was separate bunks.
	
	"What happened?"  She asked, snapping me back to reality.
	"Oh...I ended up giving lecture for three days.  I didn't get 
anything I wanted done, and I missed a lot of time with my family."  I 
sighed heavily, remembering having to leave my daughter with my parents 
for three days.  "But at least I get to spend a day with you, right?"  
That put me back into a good mood as I said it, and she smiled broadly, 
her lovely lips spreading into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.  
A thought occurred to her suddenly, and her smile wavered momentarily.
	"You have a daughter my age, right?  Are you married?"  I just 
nodded my head and held up my left hand; the wedding band on my ring 
finger stood out against my pale skin.  "That's too bad."  She said, 
then shook her head.  "Well, I guess I don't mean `bad,' but more like, 
`unfortunate for me.'"
	"Why is that?"  I asked.
	"Well, you're taken."  She said, locking her eyes onto mine.  God, 
she had the loveliest eyes I'd ever seen.  I couldn't help but be 
aroused just staring into them.
	"Yes, I'm married, but my wife and I, we're quite open about our 
relationship.  She feels that it's possible to feel very strongly about 
more than one person, and I agree with her.  We don't actively go about 
looking for another relationship, but if we happen across someone we 
feel very strongly about,"  I reached across the table and held her hand 
tightly, trying to muster up the courage to say what I wanted to tell 
her, "Well, we've agreed to be alright with it.  And I feel very 
strongly for you."  I gave her hand a tender squeeze, which she 
returned.  We continued our dinner, our hands locked together, saying 
nothing, but never losing sight of the other.

	After dinner, we took our time walking back to our berth, my arm 
around her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible.  We watched 
the sky turn from blue to orange to red to black as the sun set, 
illuminating the skyline car we were seated in.  When we finally made 
our way back, she excused herself into the bathroom to change into 
pajamas.  I was just about to pick up my newspaper again, when I noticed 
the bathroom door wasn't shut entirely.  Leaning to my left just a bit, 
I could see her reflection in the mirror, brushing her teeth.  She 
glanced up and noticed me staring at her reflection.  I tried ducking 
behind the front page, but she turned and stepped out of the bathroom, 
her toothbrush still in her hand.
	"Were you watching me?"  She asked, half accusatory, half 
mockingly.
	"Yes." I admitted sheepishly.  She paused for a moment, then said, 
"Give me a moment." and stepped back onto the little bathroom, shutting 
the door behind her.  
	When she stepped out, she was still wearing her clothes, her face 
a bit red from being scrubbed clean.  She looked even younger without 
any makeup on, and, in my opinion, much better.  She took a small radio 
alarm clock out of her bag, plugged it in and turned it on.  After 
dialing through a few stations, she found a song she seemed to like, a 
catchy dance number with a semi-slow beat to it.  She turned to me, 
smiling, and started moving her body back and forth with the beat.  She 
loosened the tie holding her hair up, tossing it about her head and over 
her shoulders.  I gasped, captivated by how she moved herself with the 
music, her violent pink hair moving about her shoulders as she moved her 
head.  She ran her hands through her hair, shaking it loose again, then 
rested them on her hips.
	"You like?"  She asked.  I just nodded, stunned by the show she 
was putting on for me.  She blew me a kiss, then lifted the mesh shirt 
over her head, and tossed it in the corner.  She stepped forward and 
knelt across my lap, the crotch of her jeans not even an inch from mine.  
She continued moving her body to the music, which seemed to be 
increasing in tempo, her breasts just inches from my face, straining in 
the pink tank top she wore.  She reached a hand up to my face, stroking 
my cheek softly.  I turned my face into her touch, almost instinctively.  
I raised my hand to touch her face, but she grabbed hold of it and 
placed it on the armrest.
	"No touching, just watch."  She said, arching her back so that the 
hard nipples under the fabric barely brushed against the tip of my nose.  
She ran both hands through her hair again, letting it fall slowly about 
her face; she knew what I liked, apparently, and smiled as she did it 
once more.  I couldn't get enough of the bright pink hue falling about 
her.  She stepped back onto the floor, turned, and swayed her hips with 
the ever quickening pace of the song.  Her bottom was a sight to behold; 
perfectly rounded, a peek of light blue lace just visible over the hem 
of her jeans.  She turned her head to look at me, near laughing, and 
thrust her behind at my face, which must have been slack from sheer 
amazement.  She did laugh now, stood up straight, unbuttoned her jeans 
and unzipped her fly.  Turning to face me, I could see the lacy blue 
underwear she was wearing in the opening of her pants.  The blue was 
just as light a shade as her eyes, and had a small lace trim all along 
the top hem.  Giggling at me as I stared, completely entranced by the 
spectacle, she wiggled her hips quickly, causing the jeans to slip down 
about her knees.  Carefully stepping out of them, she cast them in the 
corner with the mesh top and sat down on my lap, wriggling her bottom 
against my erection.  Nothing could feel this good, I thought as she 
ground her ass against my crotch.  I wondered for a moment where she had 
even learned about something like this, but that thought disappeared as 
she pulled her tank top off, revealing a matching bra underneath.
	"Unsnap me, please."  She said, breathlessly.  Not hesitating in 
the slightest, I unhooked her as fast as I could.  She stood up, holding 
the bra against her breasts with one arm, peeling the straps off her 
shoulders with the other.  The song had ended long ago, and now someone 
was going on about the local Toyota dealership, but nothing could 
distract me now, not even if the train went off a cliff.  She turned her 
back to me, discarded her bra with the rest of her clothes, then turned 
to face me, her breasts covered by her right arm.
	"Do you want to see me?"  She asked, her chest rising and falling 
heavily with every rapid breath.
	"Oh, yes."  I said, my breathing just as fast and heavy as hers.  
She smiled, leaned towards me, and reached for my face with both arms, 
her supple breasts resting on my chest.  She blew softly in my left ear, 
gave the lobe a tiny bite, then stood straight again.  She turned in 
place, just as she had before in this berth three hours ago, lifting her 
hair with her hands and letting it fall onto her smooth back.  She 
hooked her thumbs under the hem of her panties, and pulled them down to 
her ankles, her gorgeous rear pointed at me.  I held myself from placing 
my hands on them only by sheer willpower.  She threw her panties in the 
pile of her clothes, then sat on my lap.  I stared right into those 
beautiful eyes of hers, which had become quite a darker blue since 
dinner.  She ran her fingers through my hair, smiling at me.
	"Did you like my show?"
	"Uh, yeah!"  I said.  I couldn't remember seeing anything remotely 
as erotic and captivating as that ever.
	"Good."  She said, standing up.  She vaulted herself onto the top 
bunk, pulling the blankets over her.  "Pleasant dreams."
	"But... but...." I stammered.  She leaned over, and kissed me.  Our 
lips remained locked in a passionate embrace for the longest time.  I 
couldn't help but to run my fingers through her hair as we kissed.  
After about a minute, she pulled away, smiling maliciously.
	"Never on a first date."  She said, lying back onto her mattress.  
I couldn't resist laughing a little.  I just lied back onto my bottom 
bunk, smiling and staring at the bottom of her bunk.
	"Hey,"  I said after a moment.  "I thought you were putting 
pajamas on."
	"I did.  I sleep naked, goofball."  She said.  I just continued to 
smile as I drifted to sleep.

Chapter Three - Saturday Morning Surprise

	Daylight streaming into our berth woke me gently that morning, and 
it was a moment before I realized that she had joined me in my bunk.  
Sleeping naked next to me, she had her head resting on my shoulder, 
cradled in my arms.  I gently slipped my arm out from under her, and 
made my way to the showers down the hall.  After I had cleaned up and 
packed away the clothes I had slept in, I walked into our berth, and 
watched her sleep.  She had turned onto her back while I was gone, and I 
couldn't help but watch as her fair-sized breasts lifted and fell slowly 
with her shallow, sleeping breaths.  Her stomach was tight, the outlines 
of her abdominal muscles faintly shaping her skin.  She was obviously in 
great shape, having more of an athletic body than just being skin and 
bones; it gave her a much better form, I thought.  Her blonde pubic hair 
was neatly trimmed, slightly sparse as it was, and her legs had parted 
enough to catch a glimpse of her young mound, which seemed to glisten in 
the morning sunlight.
	"Like what you see?"  She asked, breaking the spell her young form 
had set on me.
	"Yes, I do."  I leaned over and kissed her good morning, very 
intensely.  "People are already coming back from breakfast; I guess we 
overslept."
	"Can you blame us?"  She asked.  "What time is it anyway?"
	"I don't know.  You didn't set the time last night."  The alarm 
clock continued to blink 9:23, although the sun was too low in the sly 
for it to be that late.
	"Well, I did have my mind on other things at the time." 
	"Like what?" I asked, giving her a big smile.
	"Well, I have school starting in two weeks, and I was wondering 
how my goldfish were at home...."  She broke into a laugh and fell back 
down on the bed.  I jumped onto the mattress next to her, and began 
tickling her under the ribs.  Her laugh turned into a high pitched 
squeal as she struggled to get away from me, but I managed to hold her 
tight and roll on top of her.  We both paused for a moment, aware of the 
position we were in.  
	"I like it down here."  She said, breathlessly.
	"Hmm.  I like the girl on top myself."  I said.  She began 
laughing again at this, then pushed me on my back and straddled my lap.  
She began thrusting her naked crotch into my clothed one.
	"Mmm, yeah...harder, baby, yeah...."  She moaned, facetiously.  "I 
love it up here, too.  Maybe we'll have to try this someday."  She 
flopped off my hips and lied next to me on the bed.  "You'll just have 
to play your cards right, buddy."  She kissed me lightly on the lips.  
"I'm going to take a shower, then we can grab some breakfast, okay?"  
She stood up, put on a bathrobe, and grabbed a shower kit from her 
suitcase.  "Back in a few."

	By the time she was finished her shower I had already bought 
today's paper (which the train got from mailbags along the route), and 
was reading about the Toronto plane crash investigation.  She was 
wearing a tight white shirt and black jeans, and had her hair wrapped up 
in a towel.  She looked so fresh and clean that my heart skipped a beat 
when I saw her.
	"Hey, I have a surprise for you."  She said, pushing my newspaper 
aside.  "Close your eyes."  I shut them for a moment, wondering exactly 
what the surprise was.  After a few seconds, she said, "Open your 
eyes!"  She was standing before me, just as when I had closed my eyes, 
but her hair was now pale blonde, instead of pink.  "the pink was just 
wash-out colour; this is my real shade."
	"Wow!"  I said.  I thought that her pink hair was lovely, but 
seeing her naturally, I was overtaken by her beauty.  It was as though I 
was seeing her for the first time again.  I reached for her hands, and 
pulled her into me, kissing her deeply.  I could no longer resist 
touching her, so I wrapped my arms around her, my hands moving slowly 
from her shoulders to her bottom, which fit so perfectly into my palms, 
it was as though they had been made to be held by me.  We continued 
kissing and groping for a moment, then she gently pushed her self up.  
	"Let's go have some breakfast.  We'll need our energy."

	We had a pleasant breakfast, and once again found ourselves 
walking slowly to our berth, hand in hand.  At the door, she stopped me, 
a troubled look on her face.
	"I want you to know that I want to, you know, have sex with you."  
She blushed a little.  "But I've never done this before.  I just thought 
you should know, and if you don't want to, I'll understand."
	"Katie, I couldn't imagine not wanting to be with you.  If you 
really want this, then I'd be a fool to say no to you."  	
	"Thanks, Paul."  She smiled, then kissed me on the cheek.  Taking 
me by the hand, she led me into the berth.
	Once the shades were drawn and the door locked, she slipped her 
shirt off and slid her pants off.
	"No show tonight?"  I asked.
	"Shut up and get naked, buster."  She giggled.  I quickly removed 
my shirt and jeans, standing only in my boxers.  She was completely nude 
now, and standing with her hands on her hips, staring at me.  "What do 
you think?"  At first, I couldn't see what she was talking about, until 
my eyes moved down her sleek body.
	"Oh, my...."  I said, truly shocked for about the thousandth time 
since she'd walked into the berth.
	"Smooth as a baby's butt!"  She exclaimed, running a finger over 
her now bare mound.  "I did it in the shower this morning.  Surprise 
number two!"  Grinning like a fool, I slipped off my boxers and pulled 
her into my arms; her naked skin felt warm against mine.  I held her 
against me for as long as I could stand to, before I had to have her.  
Lifting her face to mine in my hands, I kissed her on the forehead, then 
heatedly on the lips.  We stood there, together, locked in an embrace, 
savouring each other.  Time stood still as my hands fell from her face 
to her shoulders, down her arms and back up, then slowly and gently down 
to the small of her back, where I pulled her even closer to me.  
Finally, she pulled back from the kiss. 
	"Let's go to bed."  She took me by the hands and sat down on the 
bed, her eyes as dark a blue as I had ever seen them.  She laid back, 
her legs spread, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.  I fell into bed 
next to her, brushing her skin with the tips of my fingers, all over her 
face and neck.  I slowly moved my hands lower, brushing against the top 
of her breasts and her shoulders.  As I moved my fingers lower still, 
she began breathing more rapidly.  I leaned over and took one nipple 
into my mouth, teasing the other with a finger.  She began moaning 
softly as I gave a gentle suck, then she gasped as I bit her softly.  
Moving my free hand along her smooth, taut stomach, I reached the very 
beginning of her soft mound, which had already become damp to the touch.  
I slowly moved one fingertip into her folds, feeling her clitoris swell 
to meet my touch.  She gasped loudly as I made contact, then brought my 
face up to hers and kissed me as hard as she could.  I began circling 
her nipple and clitoris with my fingers, occasionally giving one or both 
a sudden flicker.  
	"Faster...please...."  She said in between deep breaths, moving one 
hand on top of mine on her mound.  I began stroking her clitoris in 
earnest, picking up the pace with every stroke.  She arched her back and 
let out a deep, slow moan, biting her bottom lip, and closing her eyes.  
"Yes...yes...yes..." she cried as her toes began to curl, and her 
breathing became panting.  Finally, she began thrashing on the bed, 
gasping for breath, and twisting the sheets in her hands.  "Ohh, 
yessss!" she cried, finally going limp after a moment.
	"Feel better?"  I asked as she caught her breath.
	"Give me a moment."  She said, smiling at me.  After a few deep 
breaths, she pushed me onto my back, saying, "Moment's over.  Let's 
fuck."  She straddled my hips, pressing her mound into my hips, kissing 
me passionately.  I grabbed her ass, and lifted, pressing my erection 
into her mound.  She began gyrating slowly, moving me deeper inside her 
with every thrust.  Finally, I hit a barrier.  She grunted a bit as she 
pressed down, breaking it easily.
	"Geez, I thought that was supposed to be painful or something.  It 
just stung a bit."  She pushed herself farther and farther down onto me, 
wrapping her arms around me, and pulling me as tight to her as she 
could.  I began matching her thrusts as I penetrated as deep as 
possible, holding her around the waist, and burying my face in the 
sensitive spot where her neck became her shoulder.  We went slowly at 
first, kissing and stroking and caressing, caught in the moment, but 
soon things began to pick up, and we were glistening with sex and sweat, 
slipping on each other, and both warm to the touch.  My hands found 
every spot on her body that she wanted to be touched on by trial and 
error, and as we hastened our pace, we found ourselves pulling the other 
in tighter.  She began gasping again, her eyes screwed shut, and her 
breathing choppy.  I felt myself growing harder and longer, already 
squeezed tightly as it was, when she began squeezing me inside of her as 
she came for the second time that day.  Burying her face in my chest, it 
seemed that she was nearly screaming as she spasmed on my body.  A 
tingling in my crotch told me that I was going to end soon, so with a 
few last, hard thrusts, I emptied inside of her, holding her tightly to 
my chest.  

	The next thing I heard was the familiar chime of the conductor 
announcing that we would be in Edmonton in 30 minutes.  We had fallen 
asleep in each other's arms, naked, and dripping with perspiration.  I 
shook her awake, and told her we had half an hour to get ready.  
Fortunately, we managed to sneak into one of the showers without being 
noticed.  As much as I longed to touch her, we had no time for anything 
but cleaning ourselves.  Throwing our clothes into our suitcases, we 
were finally ready to disembark just as the train slowed to a halt.  It 
was outside on the platform, as we made our way to the taxi stands, that 
I realized we were no longer alone on the train, but that we had to get 
back to our real lives.  She seemed to be near tears as we hailed a cab, 
and sat apart from each other.
	When we finally reached my apartment, I decided that what had 
happened was no fluke; we were meant to be together, no matter the 
consequences.  I offered her my hand, and asked, "Want to come up with 
me?"  She smiled and took my hand, and as we stood in the elevator, we 
held each other once again.

	It was only a few hours later that we were watching a movie on 
television together, her head resting on my lap as she slept.  I heard a 
familiar jingle of keys in the hallway outside, and seconds later, my 
wife stepped into the living room.
	"Hey, Rob.  How was the seminar?"  She asked, setting down her 
suitcase.
	"Horrible.  How is your mother doing?"  I stood up gently, giving 
her a peck on the cheek.
	"Better.  She only had a mild infection, so they sent her home 
this morning.  I'm going to take a shower; I smell like an airplane.  
When Karen wakes up, tell her I'm home, okay?"  She strode down the 
hallway to the bathroom, finally locking the door behind her.  I turned 
to the young girl on the couch, who was awake now.
	"I told you."  She said.  She gave me a quick, forceful kiss on 
the lips.  "It was fun to pretend, wasn't it, Daddy?"

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